Bill and I were once accused of not being spontaneous. We were walking in a small French town with some folks who preferred to wander the streets, choosing a restaurant that we might stumble upon rather than going with the one we had already chosen. I’ll reveal the result at the end of this post but just to give you a hint: this was France, in a small town, in the winter, and on a Monday. Blog-reading visitors to Carcassonne, Gayle and Paul, gave us the opportunity (thank you!) to show that we can actually make last-minute decisions when they emailed us asking for dinner recommendations and to invite us for an apéro beforehand. Bill sent them a list and asked when they might be in town. “We’ve just arrived and we’re staying only tonight”, came back the reply. Oh, OK! Happily, only a couple of hours later we were sharing a bottle of rosé with them in a wine garden not far from where they would be eating that evening.

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